NLE Choppa - Picture Me Grapin (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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NLE Choppa - Picture Me Grapin (en) Lyrics
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Picture me rollin' (Yeah)
Fat Cackwood smokin', couple
bitches in motion
We ain't causin' commotion, but
I be braggin' and boastin'
I put the most in, I get
the most out, no doubt
I brought the Glock in and took
my show out, I sold out
We break them poles out for your
show out, then roll out
I got him hit and then I rapped
about it, think he know now
Put a duffle bag up on his
head, my nigga cash out
I get the cheese in large amounts,
they callin' me the cash cow
We get the P's, we get the pints,
and then we tax 'em, Uncle Sam
Give him teddy bears and t-shirts,
my dawg put him down
Told that nigga get from 'round me, I
don't trust him, so it's fuck him
Brand new chopper, suppressed the
muzzle, it— when I bust 'em
We slide on 'em, hit the brother,
then we double back
with different cutters
They know it's real, they know it's drama,
so they call they mamas (Ayy)
I live the life of a top shotta
until the day I die
Yeah, you know I'm a thug,
nigga, but I'ma still cry
We ain't doin' no drive-bys,
I look him in his eye
Stand over with this fire and
I'ma watch that nigga die
Niggas know how we comin'-comin',
we slammin' like we Drummond
Niggas pull up, we dumpin'-dumpin',
we shoot and it ain't nothin'
We leavin' them niggas slumpin'-slumpin',
see my gun, they runnin'
A hundred rounds, keep 'em comin',
comin', murder on my conscience
I got this pistol in my pants and
I'm posted where I wanna be
I made my own label, I can't
see no nigga signin' me
I got too much to lose, I'm takin'
you, you think you takin' me
I never been a fool, I watch
your moves, you think you
snakin' me (I'm watchin')
Real killer, all my niggas
feel safe with me
Even though they really supposed
to be securin' me
I told Big Sean that I don't really
need security, but that's my nigga
But ain't nan' nigga put fear in me
I sincerely wrote a note, but
they ain't hearin' me (They
ain't hearin' me, cuh)
I give a junkie line of coke
to go on killing sprees (They
ain't hearin' me, cuh)
I told the bitch to get the drop
while she was on her knees
She asked me what's in it for her, I
said, "I got a treat," I skeeted
Yeah, I left it on her face and
I told her, "That's the only thing
you gettin' from me, babe"
I live the life of a boss
player until the day I die
(Until the day I die)
Couple bitches they feelin' on
me, they sayin' that I'm fly
(They sayin' that I'm fly)
Feel like 2Pac, I got two bitches,
they fuckin' in the spot
Her ass fat, I'm grabbin', grippin',
I'ma squeeze it 'til it pop
You know I get around, I get your
pants down, and then I rock
Hood nigga, I'ma pull my pants
down, keep on my socks
Jamaican nigga, she be feelin'
on my hair, she like my locs
I put her head on my cock, I told
her, "Suck it, don't stop"
Ayy, you can call me Tommy, I
got the drank up in my belly
We slid on 'em, got to poppin',
know you got the message
We ain't 'bout the talkin', bitch,
we 'bout the sparkin'
Pull up on him then we caution
tape and white chalk him
I got a child, but my BM
really be on bullshit
I'm askin' God why I got these
problems on this pulpit
Heard another diss today, I
put him on my shooter list
Suited up, I'm all-black,
I'm ready to go do a man
Shoot a man, gun in hand
Have him runnin' like the running man
Where you runnin' when I'm sprayin'?
A couple bands wrapped in rubber bands
Put it all up on your head
Bands make 'em dance when them
choppers start playin'
You sayin' what you sayin', but
I'm sayin' what I'm sayin'
And my nigga off the Xans, he'll
blam on your man (Brr)
Yeah, picture me rollin'
We bend the curve when we
creepin', when we step
Picture me Grapin'
Man, them choppers move
them right to left
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Picture me rollin'
NLE the Top Shotta, got the
bombs like Al-Qaeda
Picture me Grapin' (Brr)
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